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Pollyanna did not grow worse, however, and Dr. Warren
was not summoned.
‘And I’m so glad, too,’ Pollyanna said to her aunt that eve-
ning. ‘Of course I like Dr. Warren, and all that; but I like Dr.
Chilton better, and I’m afraid he’d feel hurt if I didn’t have
him. You see, he wasn’t really to blame, after all, that he
happened to see you when I’d dressed you up so pretty that
day, Aunt Polly,’ she finished wistfully.
‘That will do, Pollyanna. I really do not wish to discuss
Dr. Chilton—or his feelings,’ reproved Miss Polly, decisive-
ly.
Pollyanna looked at her for a moment with mournfully
interested eyes; then she sighed:
‘I just love to see you when your cheeks are pink like that,
Aunt Polly; but I would so like to fix your hair. If—Why,
Aunt Polly!’ But her aunt was already out of sight down the
hall.
It was toward the end of August that Pollyanna, making
an early morning call on John Pendleton, found the flaming
band of blue and gold and green edged with red and violet
lying across his pillow. She stopped short in awed delight.
‘Why, Mr. Pendleton, it’s a baby rainbow—a real rain-
bow come in to pay you a visit!’ she exclaimed, clapping her
hands together softly. ‘Oh—oh—oh, how pretty it is! But
how DID it get in?’ she cried.
The man laughed a little grimly: John Pendleton was par-
ticularly out of sorts with the world this morning.
‘Well, I suppose it ‘got in’ through the bevelled edge of
that glass thermometer in the window,’ he said wearily. ‘The

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